Page 28 of My Monster, My Choice

A shiver runs down my spine.

He pulls out again, and thrusts back in, his hips moving in sensual, slow circles, grinding into me so deep I can feel the intense connection making us one. I love each minute of it, every stroke, every grunt, every lick of his tongue like he can’t get enough of the taste of my tongue.

And then his mouth is on mine, and he‘s sucking my tongue, and he tastes like the man I love.

I love him.

The sudden realization makes me explode, my sheath squeezing his cock so hard, he growls in my ear, bucks wildly and a burst of liquid floods my sheath. Ripples of pleasure skitter across my flesh, raising goosebumps as I explode.

God, I love him.

He draws the comforter over us and pulls me onto his chest, sealing our racing heartbeats together.

“You are the perfect female,” he says, pressing kisses to the top of my head. “I have no idea how I went throughout my life without you.”

“You’re the perfect male,” I respond, tightening my arms around his waist, twining my legs with his tentacles. “So glad we met.”

Sudden weariness hits as I settle onto his chest.

It feels like home as I close my eyes and settle into my never-ending dreams.

Carlton approaches me from across the field, where we used to meet. I know who it is, there’s no doubt about it. When I reach him and hug him tight, he feels different than I remember. More of a man than a boy; his arms stronger, longer. Like somehow my mind has him confused with the man I know today.

They’re the hugs that Elex gives me when I’m awake.

“I missed you so much,” I murmur, feeling him press a kiss to my hair.

“I know. Wasn’t feeling well. But look, one year left. One more year until I come of age, receive my marriage stipend, and you’re my wife.” He squeezes me tight. “We can move away from here.”

“I can’t wait.”

My house has been so tense lately, with mother and father arguing behind closed doors. The cold, angry silence in every room of the house. They had an arrangement too, once. Father agreed to only take one wife if mother would have him. She was—and still is—one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen. Father had to have her. Mother agreed. They were happy for a long time, until father began to make good money. We bought some farmland and moved to a new neighborhood where I met Carlton. Mother became friends with his mom, though his mother died when we were still young.

But for some reason, instead of my parents being happy with more money, they grew discontent. My brothers moved out of the home as soon as they were able, both taking wives. Carlton and I would do the same.

“Are you feeling better today?” I ask.

“Much.” He bends his head and kisses me lightly. “Just a bug that kept hanging on. It’s gone now.”

“I’m glad. Mother sent you something.” I dig through the basket looped over my arm, scrunching my nose. Apple cinnamon muffins this time. Mother knows I hate cinnamon.

“Aww, Teena. She sent something you don’t like again? We each could have had one.”

I shrug, though to be fair, the way she consistently forgets I don’t like the spice gets to me. My brother Bobby doesn’t like blueberries and whenever she makes blueberry muffins, she makes a separate batch of banana for him. But this isn’t about me. This is about Carlton and I should be grateful that mother cared enough about him being sick to bake him her special muffins. She’s not usually so considerate.

“It’s all right. You’ve been sick. You just enjoy.” I kiss him again because I can’t help myself. But the kiss is better than it’s ever been, at least from what I remember, and I moan.

I’ve really missed him so much and while part of me knows this is a dream, I still find comfort in being able to hold him again.

But as we kiss, Carlton starts to fade away, his image crumbling like dust, even though I frantically hold on.

“No, wait. Don’t go! Not yet!”

“Christina, my love, wake up. Wake up, beautiful.” A soft kiss touches my forehead.

When I open my eyes, I find Elex right on top of me, and my hands are clawed, clutching his arms like he’s going to disappear. I shudder as I inhale deeply, then force myself to relax my fingers.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” I rub at his shoulders, trying to smooth away the marks my fingernails made.

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